Murmansk I - Excruciation

Losing myself in darkness…

black in black.

A sea-born ghost, a frozen heart.

Shattered.

A ghastly sky, while nature withers.

Now I‘ve found myself running away

from the life I lost, — all alone.

The life I lost in Murmansk.

No looking back to the world that once was.

To the ground I once have walked.

The path I walked in Murmansk.

The sea is calling, — a shivering caress.

a dead-end horizon never to be reached.

Running through the whipping spindrift,

a fugitive losing its pain,

a pain that rose in Murmansk.

The coldness acheing like burning needles.

A chilling past of a life that has been lived.

A life that I‘ve shed in Murmansk.

To be free I need to sail away

or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.

I‘m diving, trying to restore my dreams,

breaking the chains that tie me,

tie me to Murmansk.

I spread my arms, embracing the waves

that are fighting me back, pushing me back.

Pushing me back to Murmansk.

To be free I need to sail away

or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.

To be free I need to sail away

or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.

Now I‘m free and I start to sail away

so I won‘t die at the border to no man‘s land.

At the border to no man‘s land.